I am who I am, and then smile clearly and quietly in my world, fearless.
If I were a big river, I wouldn't care about my dryness.
If I were a seed, I wouldn't worry about my fruit.
If I were ...
If so much represents my essence, actually my most essential existence is that I am a rural child. After reading Liu Liangcheng's "Carrying a spade into the city", I can't help crying. Of course, it is not because of the poverty of our farmers' children, but because of our mentality stored in the embarrassment all the way, all the way to tomorrow's happiness.
"I'm afraid to go into town with a shovel!" Although I have never met Liu Liangcheng, a civilian writer, I understand that we all have the mentality of shoveling shit, and I also know that this mentality comes from our bones. My "shovel mentality" is also my most distressed wealth. I will cherish her and make good use of her.
When I was a child, every household in our countryside would have a hard and bright shovel, and the villagers would also use this shovel to run between thatched houses and rice fields. Even if natural disasters and bad luck will befall us deeply, it doesn't matter if we hold the shovel tightly in our hands and get out of the mud again. Today, I will also walk through the starting point and the end point in silence and noise with a spade and a fearless spade.
Into the examination room, into the examination room of the college entrance examination, I prayed for 18 years. Now, I am standing at the door of this examination room. I am happy and calm. I carried my shovel, and all my troubles, difficulties and even misfortunes went up in smoke. I am very satisfied that I can take the college entrance examination. From June 7 to June 10, I just walked into another farmland with a shovel, which is no different from every day in this 18 year.
Carrying a shovel, I will walk steadily through my college entrance examination with my big feet, and even laugh at every footprint with my heavy and agile shovel mentality all my life, and constantly circle gratifying footprints.
Whoever spent a poor childhood in grandma's arms, who escaped the cold wind by the haystack, can weigh the shovel. I know the joy and sadness in my bones, and the mentality of being proud and frustrated, just like a portable shovel.
The road ahead is muddy, but I have my shovel. What are you afraid of?
The above is the inspirational essay I shared with you: Going to college with a shovel, our family may not be as poor as the author, but our belief in inspirational going to college can be the same. As long as we all work hard from now on, we will finally realize our future dreams. Come on, kid!